Mariana Del Rio

Saving Grace

The clock had just hit 2:30 AM. Silence filled the void of the empty house that stood in the far corner of a deserted street. The mildew-covered house looked haunted from the outside, but it did not compare to the true terrorizing horrors inside. Rose, a twelve-year-old girl with almond-shaped, caramel brown eyes, brittle black hair, and porcelain-like skin, was lying on her blush sheets. She was crying discretely to make sure He did not hear her. She was deathly afraid He would enter her room and abuse her frail, tiny body to satisfy His needs. He had already hurt her three times earlier… she was petrified He was going to do it again. Her body was terribly sore from the pain He caused her. Rose’s porcelain-like skin was a canvas. He would paint streaks of black, purple, and green in hidden parts of her body, but He couldn’t control Himself this time. Her once beautiful fair skin was now obscured by His damage. The pink flower-painted door creaked ever so lightly, but even the slightest sound made Rose freeze in fear. She held in her breath and mentally prepared herself for the torture she was about to face.